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December 16, 2010
Watch the stars above your head
And just think of the things they're hiding,
For they must be hiding something,
Clutched by the raven fist of the night
Those stars are comforting and estranging
And however much we like to think it,
We are not part of the world up there
(If there is one to be part of - if there are
Martian or Venetian or Plutonian beings
Waiting for us to catch up.)
There's a lot that could be hidden within those stars
And I know they're hiding something,
Will we find out sometime soon?
I don't know, how long is a piece of string?